4th Grade and the arrival of the new PE teacher at my school. (Although nothing like this ever happened, much to my disappointment. Don't think I didn't fantasize about it!) Mr. Davis. Ex-marine, constant 3-day scruff, pencil-eraser nipples that popped through every shirt he wore, tight nylon shorts, furry legs and arms, bubble butt and tufts of hair always poking out of the neck of his t-shirt. It was the year I discovered masturbation and knew I was attracted to men and not women.